Broken Hearts and Teardrops

Broken hearts and teardrops,Seems to pave the way,Better to have loved and lost,I heard somebody say.I wonder if they know the pain,When sprouting out such trite,I wonder if they ever sobbed,Well into the night.I wonder if their family, Was ever torn apart,It’s better to have loved and lost,Well, explain that to my heart.

I could not start to tell you,Of the feelings of despair.The feelings that, “It’s all my fault.”The screaming, “It’s not fair.”“Why does this happen to my soul?”“What did I do so wrong?”And after 30 years or so,It seems to be ‘my song’.

I can not see what I have done,What could have been that bad?It must have been an awful deed,To make me feel this sad.I must have tortured millions,For a lifetime full of woe,The only trouble I have found,Is, I will never know.

It’s better to have loved and lost,And be crippled by the pain.It seems, I’ll never know that love,In my lifetime, again.

So, Broken hearts and teardrops,Are what my life’s about,They say it never rains but pours,But I have found the drought.So, Broken hearts and teardrops,Is what my fate has dealt,And broken hearts and teardrops,Are what my heart has felt.Broken hearts and teardrops,Is what’s in store for me,I shouldn’t be so bitter,It’s just the way it’s meant to be.

Artwork Comments

I wondered why the shapes in your paintings were that way. Living with a hole in your heart is a hard way to go.

Arcangelina
over 10 years ago

What deepth, what intensity and what saddness is written in your poem.Well written, well said. All strength and power to the soul. Most timeswhat has to be in our destiny, just has to be. Yet somehow we find the strength and courage to move on and continue lifes journey.